fitz and the dizzyspells - andrew bird

comes and goes
like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather
and it gloats
like it knows whats going wrong
like it's clever

has a name
oh but to me goes unspoken
where the veins
oh are all twisted and broken

soldier on
soldier on
soldier on

flare into the war of the snack machine
muted screams of an old regime
and then oh
something gets hit
but not shake his hand
and we were all fast asleep
we were all so fast asleep

but you woke up
woke up from the strangest dream
that an old regime could ever know
would ever know
would ever know

lava flows over the crooks and cragged cliffs to the ocean
and explodes in a steam heat fevered sickly commotion
has a name
but the name goes unspoken
it's in vein
'cause that language is broken

cause your wrong
cause your wrong

soldier on
soldier on
soldier on



este es un tío raro donde los haya, pero a mí me sigue encantando. multi-instrumentista, enigmático, tiene letras incomprensibles y un rollo muy a lo rufus wainwright, pero que a mí me gusta incluso más. enjoy yourselves...